The Perfect Race

Ten thousand years before the first man was born
An ancient race walked upon the earth
Made of the purest of blue fame rose like mountains of light
And were sent to worship the one only god
For centuries they were the blessed race
Until their lords started blasphemous up rise
Unleahing hell on earth.

Their might up grow the forces of light
The evil spread out like plague
Destruction. misery and pain. failure of the perfect race.
Iblis was chosen to be in charge
To lead the armies of the light
Was sent to put down the blasphemous up rise
To kill his own race.

Thousands of jinn were burned to the ground
The skies were filled with black clouds
The perfect race for ever damned and sent to another space and time
Behind black veil they shall hide far away from the sight
Trapped between the kies and earth in endless flight

Filled with joy, victory and pride. ibliss returned to heaven
To find, new perfect race already formed by god to kneel for,
Obey and praise.